As the season turns into Fall my hay fever kicks into high gear. I’m a bit of an extremist- I’m extreme in everything I do. I commit 168% percent. My hay fever allergy is no different. I have the worst ragweed allergy that the allergy doctors have ever seen. Twenty seven separate symptoms. None of their treatments worked. Anyway, that is not the point of this blog.
One of the side effects of my hay fever are strange and unsettling dreams. Nightmares really, but they’re sneaky nightmares, that start off normally and quietly and then get increasingly weird and upsetting. And unlike a lot of my dreams, I remember them clearly when I wake up, so I get to enjoy the horror all day long.
So in this particular dream, I was at home, though it wasn’t my real home but in the dream it was- you know how that goes- when suddenly it wasn’t my home after all. The dreams like to play games with my brain. I was in some dark gloomy room decorated with spooky paintings and...
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